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Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Was't well done?
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free. [Aside. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: 'some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Sir, my liege,
The strangeness of this business: at picked leisure,
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune: - Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.
Cal. Ŏ Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy them?
Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true:-This misshapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
I shall be pinched to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine?
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?
How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones, I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I looked on.
[Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportioned in his manners, As in his shape:- Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: What a thrice double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!
Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
[Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN.
And the particular accidents, gone by,
To hear the story of your life, which must
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
Your royal fleet far off. My Ariel, — chick,-
Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you, draw
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
Unless I be relieved by prayer;
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.
"} Gentlemen of Verona.
ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine.
LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus.
PANTHIO, Servant to Antonis
Host, where Julia lodges in Milun.
JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine.
SCENE. Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN; and on the frontiers of MANTUA.